Chapter 362

Wen Xin never actually considered going through another blood transfusion.

It hurts so badly, but I won't say a word!

Most importantly, Wen Yu will be doing *that* with Andrei in a few days...

Even if Wen Xin were a genius, it would be impossible for her to figure out a way to break the unsolvable ancient black magic in just a few days.

If Wen Yu were to do *that* with Andrei, and then ask Wen Xin to exchange blood with her, Wen Xin would feel nauseous and vomit.

She would rather use Wen Yu's blood.

At least before, the trashy younger sister was always secretly causing trouble, and she had to pretend to gain Wen Xin's trust. She didn't have the energy or time to do anything else, so keeping herself clean became her only advantage.

Besides, Wen Xin had no interest in going back to being the Holy Maiden of Light.

It's true that the Church of Light was deceived by Wen Yu in their past life, but it's also true that they wanted to burn her alive.

Wen Xin did not resent the Vatican, but she could not completely ignore it either.

It is true that the Soul Fragment was carefully nurtured by the Holy See, but she also made many contributions to the Holy See in both her lives.

She believes she has never wronged the Vatican in any way.

So, that's it!

Wen Xin traced the ancient runes on the forbidden book of black magic with her fingertips, and the turmoil in her eyes gradually subsided.

However, she did not expect that the vampire duke would have such a large collection of black magic.

She had never seen it in her past life.

It was during that time that the fragments of his soul remained wary and defensive towards him, always cautious and never trusting him at all when they were around him.

Because, as the future Holy Maiden of Light, she was taught from a young age that vampires were an alien race, an enemy, and the greatest threat to humanity.

They are two sides that cannot coexist sooner or later.

The vampire duke is even more mysterious and terrifying, and is the number one enemy of the human race.

Therefore, no matter how good he was to her, she still trusted him to some extent.

Even before she orchestrated his slumber and departure from the vampire territory, she never told him her real name.

He asked her, but she didn't want to use Wen Yu's name and was also afraid that he would use her to harm the human race, so she could only remain silent.

From the time he awoke until her death, he never did anything to harm her or threaten the human race.

On the contrary, he always unconditionally protected and helped her...

But it seems like she's always the one hurting him.

For this reason, the fragments of his soul felt immense guilt and could not find peace until his death.

If she hadn't been so stubborn back then, how wonderful it would have been if she had spent more than a year getting along with him properly.

If she had told him everything honestly, would the outcome have been different?

Therefore, in this life, Wen Xin has always been open and honest in front of him, never hiding herself in the slightest.

only……

Wen Xin placed the forbidden book of black magic on her lap, looked up at him, and her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes were extremely beautiful, as if they could speak.

The cold deity sat at the boundary between light and darkness, gazing silently at her.

When Wen Xin met his gaze, her heart began to flutter.

She pointed to the forbidden book of black magic resting on her lap. "Odis, I'm reading black magic."

The vampire duke hummed in agreement, his handsome features seeming to ask: And then?

Wen Xin asked, "Why didn't you stop me from taking it?"

He calmly countered, "Why?"

Why stop her?

Didn't he already agree that she could read books as she pleased?

A smile touched Wen Xin's cherry blossom-like lips. "It is said that the vampire duke despises witches and will not tolerate their existence in the world."

The Grand Duke said calmly, "None."

Nothing?

Is it a lack of hatred for witches? Or a lack of tolerance for their existence? Or perhaps...?

Wen Xin asked, "It doesn't matter?"

The vampire grand duke nodded.

Wen Xin, like a curious child, continued to ask him, "But didn't you almost slaughter all the witches back then?"

So, nobody would believe that he didn't hate witches.

Although the cold deity was taciturn and rarely spoke, he would patiently respond to any question the girl had.

He nodded slightly, admitting that he had indeed almost wiped out all the witches of the Pro Continent.

Then he said one more word, "Annoying."

Wen Xin blinked and immediately understood.

A thousand years ago, the continent of Pro was engulfed in war. The vampire lord wanted to end the chaos, but the witches were like troublemakers, causing trouble every day. So he simply wiped them all out, a simple, brutal, and exceptionally effective method.

At that time, witches had almost disappeared from the continent of Pro, which allowed the three races to live in peace for over a thousand years.

Wen Xin sighed in agreement, "The vast majority of witches are twisted and perverted!"

Black magic is evil and bizarre. Its creators are either after money or murder, or commit heinous crimes. So how many good people can practice it?

For example, her trashy sister.

The vampire lord's gaze was fixed intently on her, and he said in a low, magnetic, and indifferent voice, word by word, "You are not."

Wen Xin: "..."

Oh right, I almost forgot, I'm a witch now, and I'm currently reading dark magic, so I just cursed myself into it too.

She coughed lightly and deliberately asked him, "You know I'm not? Do you know that the crime I was brought here for is harming a vampire viscount?"

The vampire duke showed no emotional fluctuations, nor any anger at the killing of her kin, nor any surprise at her crime.

"Your injuries are because of vampires?"

"ah?"

Wen Xin was stunned, not expecting him to react this way. It was as if he only cared about her injuries compared to the death of the vampire viscount.

Wen Xin's fingertips trembled slightly, and she shook her head. "No."

She added, "My injuries were healed by vampires."

Regardless of Maxim and the convent's motives, her injuries were indeed healed by a magical potion provided by the vampires.

Otherwise, she would have died from her injuries long ago.

The vampire lord's pale fingers brushed across her brows and eyes, and he hummed in response.

The gentle touch, like a snowflake falling softly, made Wen Xin's eyelashes tremble. She looked at him steadily and said, "I wasn't a witch before, and I didn't kill a vampire viscount."

Upon hearing this, the vampire duke slowly nodded, "I understand."

Wen Xin: "..."

And then what? And then what?

Why don't you ask a few more questions?

Is it really okay to be so taciturn?

What if my wife runs away again?